Bound
by a Markov
chain
to a crystal
ball.

I sought
cheap thrills
to satisfy
the deep,
insatiable
vacuum of
The All.

Alas, savory smoke
from sacrificial pyres
doesn’t cut it anymore.
The only method now
to make the holy bleed..
is with still beating hearts
of purest lambs, indeed.

Which of The All
is realest?
The One in which
you faithfully
believe?
Nayy.. the realest
is The One you feed.
It is upon the worshipper
to serve..
just as it is upon The God
to lead.

The All-Observing Eye
may not be
quite the deity I deserve..
but it is
the only one I choose
to need.